The countdown begins...

So tomorrow is the 1st of April, April Fools Day and Day 1 of my first round of P90X AND the kickoff for JAGs round 2 of Operation Butt Kick

Photographs in a variety of unsettling and unflattering poses have been taken. The aftermath of tears has been mopped up, the fit test has been suffered and a whole gaggle of demoralising measurements have been scribbled down and hidden somewhere very, very dark.

The P90X dvds are sitting in their case looking expectant and a little bit smug. They know what's coming... I had a sneak preview and found there is a whole new world of painful pressups out there waiting to challenge me. Resistance bands are hanging from windows, a variety of dumbells are lying around waiting for some one to break a toe on, and I have not one, but two exercise mats. Neither of which look likely to stay put on my wooden flooring, or seem to stop my knees from hurting during the pressups!

In short my living room looks like a beginner dominatrix's parlour waiting for customers. I've stopped sniffing after a bad cold bug too so I'm thinking tomorrow's the day. No more excuses. Bugger.